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[astonmartingf]

WE COULD HAVE A GOOD TIME —

— you ended up on this random stranger's bed and suddenly the next thing you know you're moving in with him to raise a baby

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[norrisleclercf1]

He's Not Yours

Pairing: Mafia!Jenson x Assistant!Reader

Rating: PG-17

Words: 3.2K

Warnings: Pregnancy, lying, angst, fluff, it's really just, yeah

Synopsis: One night changes your life, but one lie completely destroys it

Mafia Jenson: pt.1 Unattainable / pt.2 Slipping Through My Fingers

A/N: This was an idea @percervall and I talked about a long time ago and I’m finally writing it and yes this is part of the main story

With shaking hands, you try to read the test before you; you are unwilling to believe what the test says. The two little lines mock you, making you sick. Taking another deep breath, you grab your phone and dial the first person you can think of. 

"I need you," 

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Lewis holds it as you sit on the couch, sobbing, trying to get control. You craved control, but instead, you've thrown your world into such uncontrollable chaos that your chest has tightened. Lewis takes an intense breath, blows out, puts the test down on the coffee table, and slowly bends to your height. 

"Jenson?" He asks the question slowly like he knew asking you would set off a whole wave of tears. You flinch at his name, the flashes of drinks, laughter, his hands on your body, pulling delicious toe-curling orgasms out of you. And the way he felt inside you. Shaking your head, you nod it slowly, and Lewis groans. He wants to yell at you for finally getting with Jenson and being so reckless. 

"Well, I know this isn't how you wanted to get with him, but Y/n." "He can never know," Lewis snaps his mouth shut, his eyes narrowing but softening when you look up at him. "Lewis, he can never know. Lewis, promise me, promise me you won't tell him." Lewis groans and hangs his head. Sighing, he pulls you into his arms as you cry into his chest. "I won't, I won't tell him." 

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You finally calmed down enough to talk with Lewis about being pregnant. Pregnant, you couldn't believe it. Pregnant with Jenson's baby, it made a smile tug at your lips, but you had to shake your head as it would be extremely dangerous having his child. You loved Jenson, and he loved you, yet you two kept up this game of not being together. Jenson was the head of a Mafia group, and if his enemies learned he had a child, he'd have a weakness, a weakness that would end with either the child's death or his, and you knew you wouldn't survive either. 

"I know you don't want to tell him, but you can't hide it," Lewis whispers, pouring you some juice, even though you'd really wish it was alcohol. "I'm not going to hide it, Lewis. Just tell him it's someone else's, baby," Lewis makes a disgruntled noise and sits down, shaking his head. "Y/n, I love you, but that would crush him. He loves you, and you two finally sleep together, and he has been chewing Fernando and I's ear off about how you two are finally coming together." The knife in your heart stabs deeper, tearing into the muscle with such force you choke on air. 

"If people find out that this is his child, they'll target the child, and Jenson would," You take a deep breath as the tears gather in your eyes. "Jenson would rather die than let his child be harmed. I can't lose them both," You whimper, hanging your head in shame. "You're going to lose him if you tell him that you're carrying another man's baby." Lewis loves you, he'd kill for you, has killed for you, he'd die for you, but he wouldn't support you in this. Jenson has been his friend for years, and this would crush his dearest friend. 

"You think I don't know that!" Your voice raises at the end, and you swallow back the bile burning your throat. "Lewis, just trust that I'm doing the right thing," Lewis has never seen you so broken. You were always this badass, tough woman who could cut a man down with one look. Hell, you've got Jenson Button down on his knees for you. "I don't think you're doing the right thing, but I'll be here for you, no matter what." Lewis moves, sitting down next to you and kissing your head. 

"We have the gala tonight," you whisper, and Lewis groans, knowing Jenson will be all over you. You know, last gala, I snuck off with Sebastian, and we were gone for a while," you whisper, and Lewis goes tense next to you. "Don't, Jenson and Sebastian are close," You chuckle, sipping at the sweet drink in your hand. "Sebastian and I were engaged once." His jaw drops as you nod, having never revealed that fact. "I'm sorry, what? You were once engaged to Michael Schumacher's right-hand man, now the German Mafia's leader?" Lewis pulls back, and a wet chuckle gets past your lips. 

"We were children, young, we met at university, and well, it was a whirlwind romance. We got so close to being married, but we both realized we didn't want this, so we stopped. Stayed good friends too," Lewis thinks over every interaction you've had with them, and you giggle, seeing the lightbulb go off. "Oh my god, that's how you got us to meet with them," you nod and start to laugh, feeling slightly lighter. 

"Jesus," Lewis sinks into the couch as you nod. Where did you...could it be?" You stop him and shake your head no. "No, Sebastian... no, we didn't sleep together," you admit, and Lewis nods his head, not wanting to doubt you, but right now, he needs a little doubt. "Would Sebastian even agree to this?" Sipping on the juice is the only thing that does not make you nauseous. "Yes, he owes me." Lewis raises an eyebrow, and you lean back into his arms, his fingers digging into your neck muscles. 

"Why does he owe you?" Lewis stops and shakes his head fast. "Actually, don't tell me, knowing you, it's probably something horrible." Your lip quirks up as you sigh and look at Lewis. "He's in love with Mark," "Oh yeah, he's in love with Mark," Lewis repeats, his eyes slowly growing wide as he lets the words sink in. "What, but Mark is," "Yep," You whisper sadly, remembering the night Sebastian sobbed in your arms about Mark and how he would never love him. 

"Does Mark," "He suspects something, but that's why tonight I'll be stuck by his side. He'll get drunk and do something reckless," You whisper, Lewis nods and looks at the time. "We should get going," You nod, standing as you look down at the pregnancy test. "Oh god, I'm pregnant." Lewis laughs and pulls you into his chest, rubbing your arm, "Yeah, yeah, you are," 

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"Something is off," Lewis tenses next to Jenson as he stares at you and Sebastian. Lewis tries hard not to make eye contact, worried he'll spill everything to Jenson. "What, no, nothing is off," Lewis answers far too fast, but Jenson doesn't clock it, staring a hole into your head. "How do Sebastian and Y/n know each other?" Lewis swears his muscles will rip from how tight they are, and Mark questions the closeness between you and Sebastian. 

Lewis wishes you could hear his thoughts as Sebastian puts an arm around your waist, and you lean into him. Lewis closes his eyes and sees Sebastian moving his hand lower and you inching closer. "Okay, I'm going to rip his hand off," Jenson slams his whiskey down, but Mark steps in. "Touch him, and I'll rip you apart." Jenson and Mark have a stare-down, Lewis panicking. "Stop it. They used to be engaged, so I'm sure there are still feelings there," Lewis blurts out, and he groans, knowing he just fucked up. 

"What?" Jenson's sound makes Lewis's blood run cold as Fernando walks up and giggles. "Eh, love birds are leaving," Lewis wishes Fernando could read a room. Actually, he could. He was just feeding into it." Jenson's eyes turn pitch black as Sebastian grins and leads you out of the gala. 

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"Congratulations," Sebastian whispers, and you smile, lying your head on his shoulder. "If anyone asks, can," "Of course, but you know I won't be in the baby's life; I'm going to be the cool uncle." You giggle, and he sighs, pulling you closer. "So, Jenson, you are having a baby." "No," Your voice is cold as you touch your stomach. "I'm having a baby, not Jenson. He was just a...a sperm donor." You spit and sigh as Sebastian stares at you with wide eyes. "Woah, alright, never mind. Noted, don't talk about Jenson." Sebastian whispers, and you groan, burying your face in your hands. 

"Sorry, it's the fucking hormones, if the time is right, I'm 3 months pregnant." Sebastian hums and takes off his jacket, placing it on your shoulders. "It's okay, but I'm serious; you can say I'm the father, but I can't be involved; he's around too much." You understood why Sebastian stayed away. It was too painful for him to constantly see Mark and not be with him. "I understand." And you did. It was unbearable for you to be around Jenson, even more so now that you are pregnant. 

"I could always move to Germany," You offer, and Sebastian chuckles and shakes his head no. "He'd follow you, and then rip me to shreds, and then just drag you back here." You nod your head, knowing that was all very true. "I'm glad I can call you my friend," Sebastian smirks and waves a hand over him. "Well, duh, I'm the better blonde." Giggling, you two stand up and walk back to the party; you shiver, feeling someone watching you. 

Turning, you see a distraught Lewis, a confused Mark, a smug Fernando, and a furious Jenson. Sebastian notices and moves, placing a delicate kiss on your lips and shocking you. You can see Fernando and Lewis holding Jenson back. "I hope you're making the right decision." You smile, and Sebastian gives you one last kiss, leaving you in the shadows. 

Walking over, you grab a drink, but Lewis quickly swaps them, and you nod. "What the fuck was that about?" Jenson growls, Mark even looking pissed, which has you thinking things over. "I was telling him some news," "Which is what? What could possibly have been your ex-fiance kissing you?" You whip your head to Lewis, who quickly looks away and whistles. "Nothing," Jenson tightens his hold on his glass and waves over the bartender. "Get her a real drink, please," "No, thank you," The guys stare at you, shocked; you always drink with them. "I can't drink," You whisper, unable to look them in the eyes. 

The bartender's eyes sweep over you and smile. "Congrats." He walks off. Jenson stares, but then a smile starts to grow. "Are you?" "Yes! And it's Sebastian's okay, but he wants... just leave it alone." You whisper. A pen could drop with how silent it was around you. Lewis, I want to go home now," Lewis nods and gathers you in his arms, noticing how you are still wearing Sebastian's jacket. 

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2 months later, 5 months pregnant

You stopped wearing your heels, and you hated it. Mark and Jenson kept towering over you, and you were annoyed with it. Since that night at the gala, Jenson hasn't said much to you, just small words here and there, but today, he asked you to come into the office early, so here you are, trying to figure out what he would want to say to you. 

Knocking on the office door, you push it open and see Jenson sitting in the same position you left him last night. "Did you stay the night?" You ask, shocked at his disheveled state. "Are you pregnant with my baby?" The question throws you off, shock flashing through your features, but you quickly school your emotions and take a deep breath. "No, Jenson, it's not your baby." His face, once stoic, breaks as he takes a deep breath and looks away. 

"There's...not even a chance?" He whispers, and you hate being pregnant at this moment because he's got your throat tightening without even touching you, eyes burning like fire has been thrown in them. "No," You choke on the word; clearing your throat, you roll your shoulders back and speak up. "No, there's not a chance." You repeat, and Jenson leans back, rubs his face, and nods. "Sebastian, he....he's going to be there for you, yes?" It wasn't really a question; it was more of a demand. "No, he wants nothing to do with the bug, baby." Jenson's face is cold, but then he cracks a smile. 

"Bug?" You sigh. It was something you started calling the baby, and it just stuck. Lewis even bought the baby a little bug plushie. "Yes, it's something I called the baby," "That's cute," Jenson stands and walks over before settling on his couch and patting the empty side. You move and sit down, feeling your feet ache as you whine. "I'm not the father, but I want to help Y/n," You open your eyes and stare at him. The raw emotion on his face eats you alive, Jenson has always spoken about how much he's always wanted to be a father, and here he is, the father of your baby, and you're hiding that from him. Taking away the one thing he's truly wanted. 

"Jenson, you don't have to," Jenson moves, his large hands wrapping around your ankles and lifting them to his lap, and slowly rub the soles of your feet. "Jenson, please, I'm doing this alone," You whisper and pull your feet in, knees tucked into your chest. Jenson stares at you, the rejection hurting, but he clears his throat. "So, I'm just your boss, and you're my assistant, and us fucking, us telling each other we loved one another, that never happened? Instead, you fucked, Sebastian, and now you're pregnant with his baby, not mine." Jenson snaps, standing up, and you flinch, his anger leaving just as quickly as it came. 

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, I'm just," You don't know what comes over you, but you start to cry and hold your arms out to him, just wanting to feel his warmth and smell the whiskey and earth that clings to him. Jenson doesn't think twice and sits down, pulling you into his lap. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry," You repeat, sobbing into his chest. "It's okay, I'm here, I'm always here," 

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3 months later, 8 months pregnant 

You don't know how it happened, but one day, you were living in your lovely apartment, and suddenly, you were living in Jenson's home, painting the nursery together. Now, you're lying in bed, wondering if you should talk to Jenson. 

He wasn't his usual self; as your stomach grew, the more he refused to let you out of his sight, and you could tell he was slowly losing his mind. According to Lewis, he saw Sebastian not too long ago, and they both left the room with busted lips and black eyes. Jenson came stalking into the house, stormed past you, and locked himself up in his study hours ago. Unable to sleep, you throw the covers off and groan. 

Your stomach was heavier and heavier by the day as your little bug was dropping, getting ready for you to give birth. Holding your stomach, you waddle to his study and knock on the door softly. "Jense, it's me." You push it open with ease and stop seeing him sitting at the desk, his head down and a bottle of whiskey half empty. "Jenson," You whisper, close the door, and walk farther into the study. "Jenson, love," You whisper, hating how you living here has made you two grow closer, scary close for you. 

He looks up, and you hiss, seeing his eye and lip swollen. "That should be my baby; I wish it was my baby; I wish you were mine." He croaks, and you freeze, your hold on your stomach tightening. "Jense," "I would take such good care of you because I-.. because I love you." He whimpers, sounding so broken that you blink, and tears slide down your cheeks. Your chest aches; you knew he'd remember nothing in the morning. He was far too drunk to even correctly see if it was you in front of him and not some dream. 

"Jenson, he is yours," you whisper, stepping forward and cupping his face, wiping the tears as his hands touch your stomach, staring at it. "Don't hurt me like that, baby. It's okay; I don't need to lie to protect my heart. Don't care. I will care for them no matter what. I will care for both of you," He slurs with a sad smile. That ache in your chest grows as you pull him up; he stumbles but stands upright and blinks slowly. "Let's go to bed, Jense." Jenson nods and follows after you. He stumbles occasionally, but you carefully lead him into the room, and he flops onto his bed. 

"Go to sleep," You lean down and kiss his cheek, but he stops you, and you freeze, having never seen such vulnerability in someone before. "Stay, I'm, just stay," He begs, and you nod, not even thinking twice as you climb into the bed and sigh. Jenson's hand moves to your stomach, lying on it protectively. You flinch, feeling a little kick, and Jenson giggles. "Hey, little bug, I'm Jenson. I'm not your father, but I'll love you like one." You bite your bottom lip hard, trying not to sob as Jenson slips off into sleep, leaving you to sob quietly into the pillow. 

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1 month later, Hospital 

Jenson couldn't believe it; this tiny little human, the tiny bug, was finally here, in his arms. You slept soundly as Jenson refused to leave your side, and Lewis was picking out the perfect outfit to take him home in. "Should we do the bugs?" Jenson makes a face, and Lewis sighs as Jenson can't look away. The tiny bundle was tucked tight in his arms, staring up at Jenson. Jenson hated that the baby had Sebastian's eyes, these perfect little blues, with a little button nose and perfect lips. 

"Here, dress him in this," Lewis says, holding out a pretty blue onesie, but Jenson shakes his head. He and the baby were doing skin-to-skin, and it felt like the perfect thing to do like the universe was frozen and nothing was wrong in the world. Jenson, you have to dress him." Lewis whispers, and Jenson finally looks away and groans, taking the onesie. "Ruining mine and bug's moment." "His name is Theodore, Theo for short." Jenson doesn't think it is possible, but he falls more in love with the little boy and his mother. 

"Called Sebastian," Mark walks into the room and coos at the little blue eyes staring at him. Mark freezes and looks at Lewis with realization; Lewis slowly shakes his head no, and Mark looks at you, sleeping peacefully in the bed, and back at one of his dearest friends dressing the tiny human. "Yeah, what did he say? Does he even want to see his son?" Jenson asks in a cheery tone, but they can hear the anger in them. 

Theo coos and yawns. Mark melts before shaking his head. "Um, he said, 'Oh, that's good,' and hung up." Jenson picks up little Theo and holds him close like any father would. "Fuck him," Lewis casts a glare, and Jenson doesn't see it too wrapped up in little Theo, who just stares right back at Jenson. 

"Jenson," Lewis whispers; his close friend looks up with so much happiness and love that Lewis feels his heartbreak. Don't forget, he's not yours." Jenson's smile fades, blinking slowly as he looks back down at Theo and then at you. I know, but a man could dream." Jenson's voice breaks as he leans down, kissing Theo softly. "A man could dream," he whispers softly. 

[the-offside-rule]

Jenson Button (McLaren Era) - Formal

Requested: yes

Prompt: reader using Jensons name instead of his pet name

Warnings: none tbh

Jenson's fingers tapped against the steering wheel as he navigated the familiar roads home from the McLaren Technology Centre. The hum of the engine was drowned out by the cheerful voice of his girlfriend, Y/n, on the other end of the line. "Heya, love." She said, her tone a touch too sweet for the usual end-of-day call. "Could you do me a favor?" Jenson smiled, glancing at the clock. "Of course, darling. What's up?" He asked, beginning to drive down the long road down the MTC. "Well, I was thinking... can you swing by McDonald's and grab me some chips, maybe a burger and a chocolate shake? I'm craving it." She requested, her voice holding a peculiar edge.

"Yeah okay, darling. Burger, chips and a chocolate shake, got it." He replied, a hint of amusement in his voice. Y/n rarely asked for such specific fast food orders. "Oh, and Jenson-" She continued, emphasizing his full name instead of the usual pet names she used. "Make sure it's fresh, okay?" A small frown creased Jenson's forehead. "Not if you keep calling me that." Jenson replied. "What do you mean? I called you Jenson." Y/n said, kind of confused. "Why the sudden formality? You never call me Jenson unless something's up." Y/n giggled amusingly. "Nothing's up, love, I promise. I just thought it would be nice for a change."

"Well don't, please and thank you. I quite like you calling me my pet name." Jenson's skepticism lingered as he pulled into the McDonald's drive-thru. "Jenson, your parents gave you that name." He rolled the window down. "Yes, my parents. You, darling, are my girlfriend. I like when you call me love and if you don't I'm afraid I'll have to block you." He ordered the requested items, making a mental note to ensure they were as hot as possible by the time he got home. As he drove away with the bag of fast food, he couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to Y/n's request.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, Jenson's heart raced as he hurriedly navigated through the evening traffic, eager to reach home and see what he'd done done annoy his girlfriend this time. The anticipation of seeing her after a long day fueled his desire to press on the accelerator just a bit more. Blue and red lights flashed behind him, causing Jenson to let out an exasperated sigh. Pulling over and groaning, he rolled down his window to meet the stern gaze of a police officer. "Do you have any idea how fast you were going?" The officer asked upon reaching the car. Jenson offered a sheepish smile. "I might have been going a tad over the limit, officer. Apologies, I'm just trying to get home."

The officer raised an eyebrow. "Home, huh? And where might that be?" He asked. "Right down the road." Jenson replied, gesturing vaguely ahead. "I've been away for a while, you see. Just eager to get back." The officer eyed Jenson skeptically. "You expect me to believe that? You're in quite a hurry. Who do you think you are? Lewis Hamilton?" Jenson couldn't help but chuckle at the comparison. "No, but I've beaten him a good few times." He replied, smirking.

The officer's expression remained stoic. "I don't appreciate jokes, sir. License and registration, please." Suppressing a sigh, Jenson reached for his documents and handed them over. The officer scrutinized them before returning to his patrol car to run a check. As Jenson waited, he couldn't help but replay the encounter in his mind. He understood the officer's duty, but the delay was becoming increasingly frustrating.

Finally, the officer returned, ticket in hand. "I'm issuing you a speeding ticket, Mr. Button. Please drive more responsibly in the future." Jenson gave a fake smile and took the ticket. "I appreciate the reminder, officer. I'll keep that in mind." As the officer walked off, Jenson mumbled to himself, the words "complete arsehole" being repeated multiple times.

Once home, he found Y/n sitting on the couch, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "You're back! Thanks, Jenson." He handed her the bag, studying her carefully. "Alright. What's going on? Why the sudden craving and the formal use of my name?" Y/n smirked, unable to keep the secret any longer. "Okay, okay. I just wanted to see how you'd react. I like getting reactions out of you." She smiled, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him in for a kiss.

Jenson raised an eyebrow. "Really? You made me drive to McDonald's and speed home because I thought you were pissed off with me. I got a speeding ticket!" Jenson said, lifting the ticket. "And you have a Happy girlfriend who now has McDonald's." Jenson chuckled, shaking his head. "You're something else, Y/n. Next time, just ask for McDonald's without the elaborate plan."

"It's not as effective though, is it?" She teased.

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in my jenson button era idk

[formulapai]

DAY FIVE: ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIP

JENSON BUTTON

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PAI’S WORDS: I LOVED seeing the three of them together sigh, also sorry it’s short and pretty bad but UHHHHH if you’re not following me on twitter you probably don’t know that I had to go to the hospital and ye it was pretty bad and still is SOOOOOO sorry dears 🫶

“Oh, by the way, Nico and Mark will be there for lunch tomorrow.”

Jenson frowns at that statement, eyes still skimming over the words written in his book. It’s not that interesting, neither it is well written, but now that he started it he absolutely wants to know the end.

“Why did you invite them ? I’m already going to see them all weekend long.”

You snort at that and take a seat next to your fiance on the couch, laying your head on his shoulder before he starts to play with your hair, tangling then more than you’d like.

“Oh I didn’t invite them, they invited themselves.”

At that, Jenson breaks his annoyed persona down and his deep laugh shakes your head, making you grumble with a barely hidden smile before you get back up on your feet and move to the kitchen.

“-I mean, I’d get that from Seb, Nico even. But Mark ?

- Trust me, when I’ve had him on the phone he wasn’t all so pleased to be enrolled in this, so it’s all Nico. He hasn’t seen you all break long, maybe he missed being by your side during interviews?”

Both of you snicker at that, not believing it one bit. It’s really not that often that the three of them, even more when their old coworkers can be free enough to come, hang out like this. You don’t even think you can call them all friends, years of rivalry and clashing spirits the cause for that. But working with Nico and seeing Mark almost on the daily has proven to be quite interesting, and you’re not mad about it.

“They better bring gifts, at least. I’m not letting them in if they come empty-handed.”

[2-fast-2-curious]

using my nepo status to get a jenson audio for the jenson fuckers - this is a public service <333

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[M4F] The morning after the night before...

[3D][asmr][binaural][immersion][surprise][kissing][man-sounds ][body-appreciation][cunnilingus][blowjob][fucking][pronebone][creampie][good-girl][vanilla][british][accent][aftercare][l-bombs]

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[formulafics]

★ DO I WANNA KNOW? | JB22

Scenario: in which a series of unexpected events, starting with being stuck in the same hotel room with a single bed, takes teammates yn ln and jenson button from major rivals to lovers.

Pairing: jenson button x fem!reader

A/N: no one asked for this but LAWD I LOVE JENSON BUTTON. i had to do something about it 😔 shoutout to @renarots for supplying memes and 4 am brain rot that contributed to the making of this fic and most of my other ones too

NOTE: yn and jenson drive for mercedes (i had to do this for my own sanity)

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racing_news jenson button responds to questions about his relationship with teammate yn ln following this weekends rumors.

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formulawrld idec about the rumors jenson looks so fine bro

formulavettel i bet seb knows all the tea about them. sebastian please spill

webbersebberf1 🤨 surely they could have just gotten another room? they have the money for it. idk, me thinks they’re dating and trying to keep it secret

⤷ ferrarilvr LITERALLY. you genuinely cannot convince me that they aren’t dating after this

⤷ shumione you genuinely thing they’re together even with how much they clearly don’t like each other?

⤷ ferrarilvr 🤷🏻‍♀️ things change and honestly i feel like they’ve had feelings for each other and just didn’t want to admit it

It had been three months since the “hotel incident”. Finally, you texted him. You weren’t sure what to expect from him, but you were ultimately relieved by his response, and didn’t wast a single moment on making your way to him.

With each step you take, a small splash sounds beneath your feet. Rain patters on the ground, and you pull your jacket closed in an attempt to shield yourself from the cold gust of wind that blows through the night. Each stride is powerful and determined - the truth is, you like Jenson. What once was a deep disdain for the man has somehow formed into a blossoming adoration for him. Miscommunications and mistakes lead you down the wrong path with him, but ever since the night of the “hotel incident” — as you, Jenson, and your team call it — you haven’t been able to see him in a bad light.

“Look, i’m sorry,” Jenson says, his expression softer than it had ever been towards you. You were almost offended, thinking he was about to try and make you feel bad, but that wasn’t the case. “You’re more than welcome to go - actually, i’ll pay for your hotel room if you want to leave, but if you’re choosing to stay, i’ll give you your space.” It was unlike him, at least, the him that you knew. He seemed remorseful and genuine, like you and him were anything but rivals. It made your heart beat just a little faster in your chest, and you couldn’t deny how strangely right it felt to be in the same bed with him. Even sharing the room was almost natural.

You turned away from each other to change, but both of you were guilty of peeking over your shoulder. Your eyes lingered for longer than you’d ever admit, but the same went for him. Neither of you could muster the courage to say anything, to address the tension between you both, and despite what should have been an awkward atmosphere, you both found yourselves comfortable in each others presence, even with the weight of your forbidden thoughts.

Not much happened after that, truthfully. Things did change though. Suddenly, his presence didn’t irk you, and you could never get on his nerves. You worked together more willingly, almost volunteered, and through those minor changes, you both came to realize how wrong you’d been about the other. Sure, Jenson had his moments, but he was sweet, a genuine and polite guy. You weren’t entitled the way Jenson thought - in fact, you were humble, kind…and how could he ever not see just how beautiful you are?

He doesn’t know the answer to that, but now, knowing that you’re moments away, he finds himself anxious. In a good way. He’s excited to see you, and he laughs to himself about how ironic that is given how he used to dread seeing you. A knock on his door draws him back to reality, and he knows it’s you. Outside of the hotel room, you wait impatiently, and breathe a sigh of relief when he finally opens the door. Instanly, like an instinct, you step forward and wrap your arms around him, nuzzling into his warmth. His reaction is just as instinctive, and he wraps his arms around you, guiding you into the privacy of his room.

For the first time, you talked. Not yelled, not argued, just spoke to one another. It was a completely different experience for the two of you, one that you never thought would come of your relationship, but it came to you naturally. The warm touch of his hand holding yours, the somehow assuring and slightly intimidating way he looked at you as you spoke, the way he didn’t just listen to you, he heard you. And, you did the same for him. Though he didn’t have much to say, you listened and heard, and soon, you felt as though you’d only just met him, yet known him for years. Not the rival Jenson, but a Jenson you could get used to, one that you didn’t back away from when he leaned in.

It was a small, sealing kiss that he placed on your lips. One to really ensure that all of this was happening, that things were changing between the both of you, and you both accepted it, with a weight lifting off of your shoulders.

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mercedesamgf1 last time in Abu Dhabi…

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hereforbutton okay but are jenson and yn dating? PLEASE TELL US

formulaobsessed ARE YOUR DRIVERS DATING? YES OR NO?

⤷ mercedesamgf1 🤭

⤷ hereforbutton okay so what the fuck does that mean

formulayn we do NOT care about jenson rn where is my wife

mercamgfan maybe this time don’t prioritize the inferior driver 🙏🏻 yn deserves her wdc

hereforyn i’m so scared that this race is gonna send yn and jenson back into their rival arc

⤷ jensonbuttonlvr NO WHY WOULD YOU SAY THAT. i cant handle them going back to rivals now

⤷ ynsgirlie i know. now that we have them being nice, i can’t imagine going back to what they used to be

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mercedesamgf1 OUR WORLD CHAMPION ❤️ an exceptional performance from yn today, and a well deserved win. thank you for another amazing year, @/the.ynln

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the.ynln i’m gonna cry 💔 thank you guys so much.

formulayn THATS MY FUCKING WIFE IM SO PROUD OF HER

buttonynamg MY BABIES P1-P2 IN WDC IM SO PROUD RIGHT NOW

formulaobssesed who’s here after the post race interview? 🤭

⤷ markwebba I KNEW THEY WERE GONNA FALL IN LOVE

⤷ jensonsbutton bro jenson was heart eyes for her in the whole interview and the way he kissed her cheek when she started talking about their relationship 💔 he was so gentle

⤷ hereforbutton what got me was her getting emotional about the win and him hugging her like :( i was always hoping they’d start getting along but i did not expect them to become like this

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[starlost97]

— only way.

summary: You decided to see what would happen if you pulled Jenson, your boyfriend, by the belt.

keywords: fluff?, kind of sexual, Jenson Button is a simp, f!reader.

characters: Jenson Button.

warnings: a bit sexual.

a/n: speechless Jenson might be my favorite Jenson.

word count: 242.

requested?: yes! by a friend.

Jenson usually always had what to say. He was quick-witted, and leaving him speechless was something that rarely happened.

However, when you pulled him by the belt and torturously grazed her lips against his, barely touching it, his mouth formed a small circle, and there he stood, pathetically trying to organize his thoughts and say something about it.

He tried to mumble something. A compliment, a bad word, anything. But nothing came out.

So he just smashed his lips against yours, hungrily, holding your waist, feeling every inch of your body against his fingertips. He pulled you closer and closer, pressing his body against yours and getting overwhelmed with the desire you awakened in him when he felt you smile in the kiss.

“You’ll be the death of me.” He mumbled, his words being muffled by your lips, which he refused to part away from.

The belt you pulled was soon on the floor, and his hands traveled around your body. He couldn’t get enough of you, and it was pathetic how much he still tried.

He pulled the zipper from your dress down and watched the fabric sliding down your body, muttering swears under his breath. He would never get used to how beautifully sculpted your body was.

“Should I stop, then?” You breathed out. “I wouldn’t want to kill you.”

“Oh, baby, don’t worry.” He said, trailing kisses around your neck. “It’s the only way I would want to go.”

[vinvantae]

How drivers (+Toto Wolff) would react coming home from a race to find you’d fallen asleep on the sofa waiting for them to come home (part 2!)

Part one with the current grid here !!

See below the cut

Jenson Button

Jenson could not wait to see you, the best part of his weekend was coming home to you - so when he finds you dozing on the sofa, he can’t help but carefully jump onto the couch, hands resting either side of your head. Jense! You scared me! But you couldn’t stay mad with the way he grinned at you - he’d lean down and nuzzle his nose against yours, pulling a giggle from you before pressing a longing kiss to your lips - making up for all of the time you were apart. And with a soft hum, your arms would come to wrap around his neck and deepen it further. And as he pulled back, just enough to be able to look into your eyes, he’d tilt his head playfully - his grin morphing into a smirk …so now that you’re awake?

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Mark Webber

Mark knew you well, despite your best efforts, you would always pass out waiting up for him so it was easy for him to get around without waking you. That wouldn’t stop him popping his head into the living room to check in on you every few minutes - put away his shirts, checks on you, throws his dirty clothes in the laundry, checks on you. And then, after he’s full settled in and you’re still not awake? He’d crouch down beside the sofa and whisper your name - pushing the hair off of your face. And when your eyes finally opened and your face split into a massive grin, he really felt like he’d come home.

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Sebastian Vettel

Whilst Sebastian wished he could just let you rest, every fibre of his being fought against him so instead he sat beside you and lent down. Meine Leibe… You keened as you felt soft kisses across your skin. Eyelashes fluttered against your skin before you finally opened your eyes to see Sebastian smiling down sweetly at you. Hi, sorry, I didn't mean to doze off. As you sit up, he’d wrap his arms around your middle - pulling you in close so he could tuck his face into your neck, enjoying your warmth. With a content hum, you’d loop your arms around his neck and let him hold you tight. You smell like the plane. He’d laugh, raising a teasing brow. Fancy helping me smell like home?

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Kimi Räikönnen

You’d always told Kimi it was fine to wake you, but he just wouldn’t. After draping the blanket over your body, he would hide away in a different room and keep himself busy until you eventually woke yourself up. When you wake, you didn’t even realise he was home until you stepped into the hallway to see his shoes nearly on the rack, coat hung up and keys in the bowl. You’d roll your eyes fondly before seeking him out and sitting yourself in his lap, extracting his phone or book from his hands. Been busy? Kimi would nod and kiss your cheek, quietly recounting what he’d been up to as you’d slept.

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Mick Schumacher

Mick was a cuddle fiend - his friends would often tease him about his need to be wrapped up in your touch. Whether it was his arms around you or vice versa, he could just never get enough of you. So when he got back from a long session on the simulator to find you asleep on the couch, he would push himself into your arms. Micky, hey. You chuckled as he laid on top of you, grumbling into your neck about how tired and achy he felt. He was like your own personal weighted blanket, and you gently stroked his hair as it was his turn to doze off.

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Toto Wolff

As desperate as you were to wait for up Toto, one of your favourite things in the world was feeling his strong arms tuck underneath your body - pulling you into his chest as he carried you upstairs. You snuggled up into his hold and he chuckled softly, sorry Schatz, didn’t mean to wake you. With a gentle kiss to your forehead, he’d lay you on the bed - manoeuvring the sheets so he could pull the duvet over you before climbing in alongside you, so you could curl your body against his strong chest. He held you close and let his own eyes close before the two of you would drift off together.

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Arthur Leclerc

Arthur felt exhausted as he stepped into the house, pushing off his shoes and just dumping his bag in the hall before looking for you. A soft smile tugged at his lips as he saw you passed out on the sofa - cheek squished into the cushion. Carefully, he squeezed into the space beside you and pulled the blanket over you both, moving your head to rest it carefully on his chest. You didn’t wake until a little while later, yawning and sitting up so you could look down at the body underneath you - the driver fast asleep. Arthur… you lent down and pressed kisses to his cheeks, nose, lips over and over until his pretty eyes fluttered open. Hey, this is pretty comfy, huh? He’d grin and pull you back into his arms. Who said you could go anywhere?

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Liam Lawson

The Kiwi driver hummed softly as he tidied up the living room - cleaning up your abandoned cup of coffee, putting away your book and turning off the TV. You were usually always awake to greet him when he got back so seeing you dozing so peacefully made him smile. He wanted to hug and kiss you but you looked so content in your sleep that it didn’t feel right. But when you finally stirred he was elated, rushing to your side. About time, was getting bored without you, sleepy head. You’d scold him for not waking you, of course, but as soon as he pressed a kiss to your lips to shut you up, you’d smile and sink into his hold. Just glad he was back.

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Pato O’Ward

Pato usually bound into your shared space like an over-excitable puppy, throwing his things around and calling out for your attention. But when he arrived home particularly late from a training session, he tried his best to be quiet - unsure if you’d even still be awake at this time. The sight of you sleeping on the sofa, a blanket only over your lower half, are you still watching written on the tv screen - cheered him right up. He was so happy to see you’d tried to stay awake for him. Mi Luna… He’d whisper, brushing his thumb over your jaw. Pato, mi Sol. You’d whisper back, before pulling him into an almost bone crushing hug. Never leave me again.

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Hope you enjoyed 💙

[uluvjay]

Hi can I get (for one muse to drive and finger the other who is in the passenger seat.) with either Sebastian Vettel or Jenson button please 🙏

Dbf!Sebastian Vettel x fem! Reader ft. Jenson Button

Yk i couldn’t decide who i wanted to write this with so i chose both, i hope you don’t mind:)

Warnings?; SMUT, fingering, reader is the daughter of a retired driver! But no names are specified, age gap!(reader is in her twenties), cursing, kissing, dirty talk, teasing, kinda public? Everything happens in a car.

You weren’t expecting to see Jenson in the passenger seat of Sebastian’s two seater Ferrari when it pulled up to the curb of the restaurant.

You had been on a date gone wrong when you called your father’s best friend for a ride, none of your friends had answered and with your parents being out of town he was the last person you could think of.

“Um, seb where am I supposed to sit?” You questioned and your confusion only grew when Jenson opened the passenger door but never got out.

You were met with a smirk from the German as he kept quiet, but Jenson gave you the answer you were looking for as he patted his lap and spoke up.

“Got a perfect seat right here love” the Brit smiled at you.

Butterflies filled your stomach as you thought about it, it wouldn’t be the first time you sat on his lap however last time you were in Sebastian’s living room while the man was between your thighs and Jenson held you open for him.

“Come on honey, we haven’t got all night” Sebastian’s spoke, bringing you out of your thoughts.

You blushed as you took your spot on top of Jenson, your little dress doing nothing to put a barrier between you and his denim covered thighs.

You were tense and Jenson didn’t like it, he could feel you holding back your weight and not relaxing completely into him.

“Calm down love, it’s just us” Jenson whispered into your ear as one of his large hands began to run along your bare thigh.

A smile took over the Blondes face as he felt your body sink into his, releasing a sigh of contentment as he felt your warm body against his.

“So what happened on your date?” Sebastian questioned, one of his hands coming to rest on the thigh closest to him; Jenson’s still on the other.

“Uh, nothing he just wasn’t my type” you breathed shakily as you watched Jenson’s hand slowly move under the skirt of your dress.

“Hm, why’d you go out with him then?”

“W-what do you mean?” You stuttered as Sebastian’s hand joined his friends.

“You said he wasn’t your type, if you knew that why’d you go in the first place darling?” Jenson questioned in your ear, voice deep and accent thick.

“Bec-oh, because he was, shi-He was cute” you whined as Jenson’s hand began to rub you through the lace of your panties.

“Yeah? Why’d you end it early?” Sebastian quipped as his own hand came into contact with your folds, thanks to Jenson removing your panties.

You couldn’t reply, the feeling of his thick fingers teasing your entrance taking all of your concentration.

But Jenson wasn’t having it, “I think he asked you a question bunny” he spoke with a sharp swat to your thigh.

Swallowing thickly you did your best to reply to the Man beside you.

“H-he recognized my last n-name, ah!” you whimpered, hand gripping onto Sebastian’s wrist as two of his fingers entered your core.

“Let me guess he turned out to be an f1 fan and only asked about your dad?.” Jenson spoke.

“Mhm” you sobbed as both their fingers began to work you open, Sebastian’s scissoring inside you while Jenson shamelessly rubbed your clit.

You attempted to buck your hips but they were quickly pushed down by Jenson’s free hand, yearning him a whimper of annoyance.

“Don’t be a brat now Liebling, after all we did cut our dinner short to come and get you” Sebastian tutted, taking his eyes off the hardly filled road for a moment to look over at your breathtaking frame.

The skirt of your dress was pushed up and the panties you once wore were now resting on the floor of his overly expensive car, your pretty sounds getting louder as their fingers didn’t let up.

“Can feel her clenching my fingers so tight, our girls getting close” Sebastian spoke aloud, talking about you like you weren’t even there.

“Please, I-need it, please I’ll be good” you begged them, the pleasure from both of them so overwhelming.

“Oh you poor thing” Jenson said with a faux pout, his free hand coming up to hold you jaw, turning you head to connect your lips in a dirty kiss.

It was filthy, teeth clashing and tongues fighting against each other, and by the time you had pulled away you realized Sebastian was pulling into his private driveway.

And while you had expected them to let up they didn’t, in fact Sebastian sped up his movements as he felt you clenching hard around his fingers.

The sound of squelching from your cunt filled the small car. Sebastian’s fingers coming into contact with the sensitive spot inside you as his fingers continued to fuck you rigorously.

“Seb!-ngh, feels so good” you babbled, head thrown back against Jason’s shoulder as his fingers that had been abusing your clit applied more pressure to the small bud.

“Look so beautiful like this bunny, all spread open for us.” Sebastian cooed.

“Don’t stop please! I need it” you begged both men, your pathetic pleads going right into Jensons ear.

“Oh you need it huh? I’m not sure honey. Already had to leave our dinner because you got bored with some jerk, why should we give you anything else?” Jenson tutted behind you.

“No, no, please-Jenson please let me come, I’m sorry for interrupting your dinner” You sobbed as the heat in your lower stomach got stronger and stronger.

“Hmm, I guess we’ll accept your apology. Go on and come for us pretty girl.” Sebastian encouraged.

Their fingers worked together to get you over the edge, mouth dropping open in a silent scream as your body shook.

Your thighs quivered as you soaked Sebastian’s fingers in your release, both men’s eyes gleaming with pride as they watched you come down from your high.

Jenson had slightly repositioned you so you could now face Sebastian, just in time to watch him slip his covered fingers into his mouth; moaning at the taste of you.

A gasp came from you as Jenson ran his fingers through your folds so he could get his own taste of your release.

“Taste so good darling” he smiled down at you.

“Wanna taste?” Sebastian asked.

With a small nod you leaned forward expecting him to slip his fingers into your mouth, however one of his large hands wrapped around your throat and pulled your lips to his.

You moaned into his mouth at the taste of yourself, his tongue running along yours as your lips moved together.

“I think it’s time we take you inside and fuck you properly, what’d you think?”

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[verstappensrealwife]

would you be able to write about lance stroll? possibly a story where she is his childhood best friend and they end up together. Smut if possible!!

Beyond Friendship's Boundaries - Lance Stroll x Reader

smut.

approx. 1960 words.

warnings: oral (fem!recieving), awkwardness in the start, sex (p in v). --- Also my horrid smut writing (I am yet to write a smut fic that i think i wrote well!) Hope you enjoy anyways <3

lance stroll masterlist - here. f1 masterlist - here.

You and Lance had been inseparable since childhood, ever since that fateful day in kindergarten when his boundless energy collided with your unsuspecting form. As he barreled into you with the force of a tiny tornado, you found yourself sprawled on the ground, tears welling in your eyes. But even in that moment of chaos, Lance's instinctive kindness shone through as he scrambled to lift you up with all the might his pint-sized arms could muster.

"Sorry," he blurted out, his voice tinged with genuine concern.

With a sniffle and a shaky nod, you forgave him, wiping away the tears with the back of your hand. His infectious grin, inherited from his mother's insistence that it could brighten anyone's day, worked its magic once again as you found yourself mirroring his smile. From that day forward, a bond was forged between you two that would withstand the tests of time and tide.

In the present moment, he found himself thousands of miles away in Australia, while you remained in Canada. Alone in the confines of his hotel room, he sat on the edge of the bed, consumed by thoughts of you that strayed far from the innocent memories of childhood. With a conflicted mind and a restless urge, he grasped his cock in his hand, indulging in fantasies that danced on the edge of forbidden desire.

If only you knew the depths of his depraved thoughts, he reasoned, you might recoil in horror or sever ties altogether. But in that solitary moment, consumed by the need for release before the impending race, such considerations faded into insignificance. He whispered your name like a forbidden prayer, his imagination weaving a tapestry of carnal delights where your bodies entwined in passion, where your desires ignited a flame that threatened to consume them both.

As he surrendered to the waves of pleasure crashing over him, he couldn't help but yearn for your presence, for the touch of your skin against his, for the possibility that you might reciprocate the intensity of his longing. In the darkness of his solitude, he dared to dream of a world where your desires aligned, where the boundaries between friendship and something more blurred into obscurity. But for now, all he could do was chase the fleeting ecstasy of release, his fantasies a bittersweet reminder of the distance between them and the unspoken truths that lingered in the silence.

Unbeknownst to him, the object of his affection stood mere inches from his hotel door, her heart thrumming with anticipation as she prepared to surprise her closest friend.

"Lance~" Your cheerful voice called through the door, sending Lance into a whirlwind of panic. Why were you here? When had you arrived? And most importantly, where on earth were his pants!? With a frantic scramble, he attempted to cover himself, his heart racing with a mixture of excitement and trepidation.

As you swiped the card and entered the room, Lance's eyes widened in disbelief. He couldn't believe you were here, standing before him in the flesh. But before he could gather his wits or even properly greet you, your exclamation filled the room, cutting through the air like a knife.

You couldn't help but yelp in surprise as you laid eyes on him. There he stood, with his messy hair tousled in disarray, a rosy flush painting his cheeks, and no shirt to conceal the sculpted contours of his chest. Beneath the sheets that draped over his lower half, there was an air of tantalising mystery, hinting at the forbidden pleasures that lay hidden from view. Thankfully he had found his boxers before you had walked in.

Caught off guard by the unexpected sight, you felt a rush of heat flood your cheeks as your heart raced with a mixture of shock and embarrassment. It was a moment frozen in time, etched into your memory with vivid clarity, leaving you breathless and at a loss for words.

You stuttered out a few words, your voice wavering with uncertainty as you struggled to make sense of the unexpected scene before you. "Is this a bad time... I can leave," you managed to murmur, your cheeks burning with embarrassment.

"No!" His response was swift, almost desperate, as if the mere thought of you leaving sent a jolt of panic coursing through him. He hesitated for a moment, the realisation of his own desperation dawning on him, before quickly composing himself. But deep down, he couldn't deny the truth: he was desperate for you, in more ways than one.

You stared at him, your eyes wide with surprise and uncertainty, unsure of how to proceed in this newfound tension. "N- Not a bad time... uhm..." he stammered, his words trailing off into an awkward silence as he searched for the right thing to say.

As the tension hung heavy in the air, a palpable electricity crackling between you, Lance's heart pounded with a mixture of desire and uncertainty. In that charged moment, he couldn't deny the raw attraction that pulsed between them, igniting a fire that threatened to consume them both.

With a hesitant step forward, he closed the distance between you, his gaze locking with yours in a silent plea for understanding. "I... I want you here," he confessed, his voice barely above a whisper, laden with desire and longing.

Your breath caught in your throat at his admission, your own desires laid bare in the vulnerable space between you. In a bold move, you closed the remaining gap between you, your fingers trembling as they reached out to touch his bare chest, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath your fingertips.

With a shared moment of unspoken consent, the floodgates of desire burst open, consuming them both in a whirlwind of passion and need. Lips met in a searing kiss, hungry and desperate, as years of unspoken longing erupted into a frenzy of desire.

Lost in the heat of the moment, Lance's hands roamed eagerly over your body, tracing every curve and contour as if committing them to memory. With each touch, each caress, the world fell away until there was only the two of you, lost in the throes of passion.

As the intensity of their desire reached its peak, they surrendered to the undeniable pull of their bodies, consumed by a hunger that could only be sated by each other. In that moment of blissful surrender, they knew that they had found something truly special, something worth fighting for amidst the chaos of their tangled emotions.

His movements were urgent, fueled by a hunger that threatened to consume them both as he pushed you gently onto the bed, his lips trailing a path of fire down your trembling body. Each kiss left a trail of tingling heat in its wake, igniting a blaze of desire that pulsed between you.

Reaching your legs, he knelt between your thighs, his breath catching in his throat at the sight beneath the dress you had worn just for him. His eyes drank in the sight of your exposed skin, the tantalising curve of your hips, and the promise of what lay hidden beneath.

"Fuck..." he mumbled, his voice husky with desire as he took in the sight before him. The realisation that you wore no underwear beneath the dress sent a surge of heat coursing through him, his heart pounding with anticipation.

His fingers trembled with longing as he reached for the hem of your dress, his touch gentle yet urgent as he pulled the fabric slowly upwards, revealing more of your intoxicating form with each passing moment. As the dress pooled around your waist, leaving you bare and vulnerable beneath him, he felt a primal need stir within him, urging him onward.

You could only moan in response, lost in a haze of pleasure and desire as his lips continued their journey, leaving a trail of kisses along your inner thighs. Your words dissolved into incoherent babbling, your mind consumed by the overwhelming sensations that pulsed through your body with each touch, each caress.

Never in your wildest dreams did you imagine this moment would come to fruition, yet it consumed your every waking thought, an unrelenting desire that pulsed through your veins with a fierce intensity.

As he pushed his fingers into you, the sensation sent shockwaves of pleasure coursing through your body, igniting a fire that burned with an intensity you had never known. With each skilled movement, he found the perfect spot, sending sparks of ecstasy dancing along your nerve endings.

His mouth followed, hot and hungry against your skin, eliciting a guttural moan of pleasure from deep within your throat. The sound echoed off the walls of the room, mingling with curses and cries of ecstasy as you surrendered yourself to the overwhelming tide of sensation.

He pulled two earth-shattering orgasms from you with his skilled touch before finally entering you, the culmination of desire and passion reaching its peak. Position after position, they explored the depths of pleasure together, lost in a whirlwind of sensation and ecstasy that seemed to stretch into eternity.

For almost an hour, they moved as one, bodies entwined in a dance of primal desire. With each thrust, his dick found its mark, sending waves of pleasure crashing over you with every movement. It was a symphony of sensation, a crescendo of pleasure that built with each passing moment.

Despite his best efforts to prolong the inevitable, he could only resist for so long before the overwhelming tide of pleasure threatened to consume him. With a primal groan of ecstasy, he pulled out at the last moment, spilling his release over you in a cascade of pure bliss.

In the aftermath of their passionate encounter, they lay entwined in a tangle of limbs, their bodies still humming with the echoes of pleasure. With gentle caresses and soft whispers, they reassured each other of their mutual affection, basking in the warmth of their shared intimacy.

As they lay together in the quiet aftermath of their lovemaking, a sense of anticipation hung in the air, unspoken words lingering on the tip of their tongues. Lance shifted slightly, his fingers tracing absentminded patterns along your arm as he mustered the courage to broach the subject that had been weighing on his mind.

"Hey," he began softly, his voice tinged with a hint of uncertainty, "can we talk about... us?"

You turned to him, meeting his gaze with a mixture of curiosity and warmth. "Of course," you replied, your heart fluttering with anticipation.

"I... I know we've always been friends," Lance started, his words hesitant as he struggled to articulate his feelings. "But after tonight, I can't help but wonder if there's something more between us."

Your breath caught in your throat at his confession, the air crackling with tension as you searched for the right words to respond. "I've thought about it too," you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. "What we have... it feels different now, doesn't it?"

Lance nodded, a small smile playing at the corners of his lips. "Yeah, it does," he agreed, his gaze softening as he looked at you. "And I don't want to risk losing what we have, but... I can't shake the feeling that there's something special between us."

You reached out, intertwining your fingers with his in a silent gesture of solidarity. "I feel it too," you confessed, your heart swelling with emotion. "And maybe... maybe we owe it to ourselves to see where this could go."

Lance's smile widened, a flicker of hope dancing in his eyes. "I'd like that," he replied, his voice filled with conviction. "To us, whatever that may be."

"To us," you echoed, a surge of excitement coursing through you as you leaned in to press a tender kiss to his lips. In that moment, you both knew that whatever the future held, you were in it together, bound by the unbreakable bond of friendship and the tantalising promise of something more.

el fin.

Hope the smut was good. I tried not to use cringe words, key word tried. anyway. probably gonna have 2-3 fics out today :)

[maplesyrupsainz]

7 with mark webber BUT he's been in that r.s for a long time and realises its toxic and he's being groomed, so he finally leaves her for reader (yes im referring to his wife)

pairing: mark webber x fem y/n reader (she/her)

genre: blurb

warnings: mentions of drinking

prompt: seven you're in love with [driver] and they get a girlfriend

a/n: lowkey idk what im doing here i hope so much it isnt trash lol

my masterlist | 1k celebration

you’ve been in love with mark for as long as you could remember – you tried to deny it for the longest time, but it was no good. the feelings were there and would just not go away.

so, when his call at 3:37am wakes you up, of course you answer. and when he asks you to come pick him up, of course you do. the way you rationalise this: he would do the same for me. but really you’re not so sure.

the address you’re given is a night club, and as you pull up you spot him almost immediately, slumped against a wall. drunk.

“m’sorry, y/n/n.. i don’t usually get like this..” he slurs a bit, but to be honest you’ve seen him worse.

“don’t worry about it, mark, this is nothing.” you smile to yourself as you drive, tapping your fingers against the steering wheel to the beat of a song playing softly from the radio.

“i love you, you know?” he says, and you see him looking over at you in the corner of your eye. you don’t return his gaze.

“i know you do, me too.” you smile painfully, a sick feeling present in your tummy. “we’ve been friends for the longest time, so you have no choice.”

you see him shrug, “yea, i suppose.” he lays his head back against the seat and closes his eyes, and you feel relieved for the silence.

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

it’s closer to 5am by the time you’re both inside your apartment, but mark doesn’t seem to care. he points and giggles at the pink crocs you’re wearing, before raiding your cupboards and forcing you to watch a movie with him on the couch.

you glance over at him for a second, realising he's been staring at you. “what is it? is there something on my face?”

“no, i just…” he trails off, “i feel like i’ve wasted so much time not being with the right girl.”

you stare at him, “is everything okay? like, at home?” he shrugs in reply, looking away from you and you mentally curse yourself for saying the wrong thing. mark has a wife, a woman you never hoped he’d marry. “it’s not to late to change your life, you know?”

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

eight days have passed in a blur since that night (or, y’know, morning). mark hasn’t answered your calls, you think maybe it’s a good thing, maybe you need to go cold turkey to get over him. you’ve turned off your phone; it feels unhealthy to check it every five seconds.

it’s on this eighth day, however, that mark is on your doorstep. literally.

you’re arriving home from the gym when you spot him, stood leaning against your front door. “urm, mark?” you call out tentatively, unsure of the situation.

“y/n, i’m so sorry for not picking up the phone, i-”

“mark,” you cut him off, brushing past him to unlock your door, “we can talk inside.” and you do. and your whole world changes.

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

“…it’s just, this whole time i’ve had it wrong, i don’t know, maybe i’m crazy.” you’re sat on the coach, watching him pace in front of you, explaining his inner conflict, and you feel sick but at the same time, you feel relieved.

“hey, it’s ok,” you stand up and grab his wrist to stop him from pacing, “you’ll get through this. and the person you’re talking about, the person you think has been right for you all along, just talk to her.”

“i am!” he says, turning to face you abruptly.

“what–” your question is cut off by mark pulling you close and his lips finding yours in impossible fluidity. you are left almost reeling, head spinning, unable to think straight… what just happened?

[2-fast-2-curious]

hi there! any jenson button audios you have to offer?

Anyone who says nice things about Seb I'm instantly more attracted to

I talk about going down on you

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Promiscuous Boy

Jenson Button x Fem!Teammate!Reader 

Warnings: age gap!!! (reader is 22 and jenson is 29), rumours, scandal and tabloids trying to ruin a perfectly good friendship, party boy jense!!, touchy teammates, misunderstood phrasing, alcohol and the consumption of, cheesy lip syncing with underlying meaning, blackouts, mentions of sexual themes and one sexual innuendo, unspoken feelings, full circle ending. 

Word Count: 4.0k

Author’s Note: this is a spur of the moment fic and the lack of jenson fics is a crime. dedicated to none other than my fellow jenson fucker @francoisceverts <33 // lyrics to promiscuous in italics! 

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Honda had turned into a shit show. 

Your first year in Formula One and you were facing the possibility of being left without a team. Both you and teammate, Jenson, were saved when Ross Brawn bought the Honda team, rebranding it as Brawn GP and keeping you both as the driver line up. 

The car was an absolute beast to say the very least; the car from last season didn’t compare to it in any way possible. Pre-season testing was a hit and you two fit perfectly into your roles at Brawn, much like a well oiled machine. Now there was no denying that you and Jenson had underlying tensions, but that comes with the territory. 

Being the only male/female teammates on the grid intensified that times a million.  

Jenson and yourself had been top tier all season, dominating the leaderboard from the very beginning of the season. 

Australia is where it all began for you two; the opening race of the season and Brawn GP, a brand new team, started off in the best possible scenario with a 1-2. Jenson in P1 and you in P2. 

A 1-2 in the first race was most definitely a reason to party and that’s exactly what the entire team did but no surprise, the focus was on the interactions between you and your teammate. A few photos had come out and were taken completely out of context; you and Jenson coming out of the club in the wee hours of the morning, his arm around your waist as you got into the cab. He was simply making sure you didn’t trip over the curb and yet, the press ran with it. 

It’s not like you hadn't dealt with it in the previous season but this was out of hand, every single tabloid and article had a picture of you two and some sleazy headline attached to it. 

The rumours resurfaced when Brawn got yet another 1-2 in Monaco. The city of glamour was notorious for their afterparties and if Brawn was good for one thing, it was partying. You and Jenson made the rounds to the clubs, the drinks flowing and the hands wandering a little too far for you two to seem like just teammates. 

Neither of you cared; you knew what was real and what was a fabrication of the truth, spun by some wanna be reporter with nothing better to do. If you asked what Ross thought; he didn’t care. 

His exact words were; sleep together or don’t, just don’t let it affect the racing. 

After assuring the man that you were most definitely not sleeping together, the rumours seemed to simmer down. It was crunch time and Jenson was gunning for his championship win. 

The floodlights lit the track in Abu Dhabi, you can see Jenson ahead of you as you turn the final corner, you knew it was Mark ahead of him and Seb ahead of Mark. You were doing the calculations in your head, and Jenson finishing in P3 could only mean one thing. 

He had done it. 

He had won the championship. 

Jenson Button; your teammate, your friend, the 2009 Formula One world bloody champion.

Overall, it was a fantastic season for Brawn; Jenson’s P3 finish secured his championship win and you finished P4, giving you a P3 finish in the championship. 

Damn good for a pop up team; a major fuck you to everyone who said Brawn was only good for partying and nothing else. 

The feeling you had watching your teammate up on that podium was like none other; immense joy, pride, happiness, love.

You loved Jenson, how you loved him was a question unanswered but you loved him and you were beyond proud to call him your teammate and friend. 

Before the full on partying could commence - disregarding the many drinks already being had from the moment you two crossed the line - there was still press to be done. You had far less to drink than Jenson at this point, the champagne on the podium and the bottle you two had finished prior to press made the man giggly and unable to shut up. 

It was some random news outlet that covered sports, somehow they managed to snag an interview with the champion who was far too tipsy to be talking to them at the moment but they didn’t seem to mind. 

“How are you planning on celebrating?” The man smiled at Jenson, mic held out for him. 

“With a party of course!” Jenson laughed, shifting his weight from one foot to the other, a little stumble but his hand caught the railing to hold him up. 

The man nods, glancing in your direction. “And y/n? Are you taking her with you?” He asked, waiting to hear the driver’s response. 

You were but a few feet away, in your own interview when Jenson grabs the race suit hanging off your hips, yanking you towards him and almost causing you to lose balance. Your hand rests on his torso, balancing yourself again when you look at him. 

“Can’t celebrate without my girl,” Jenson had a goofy grin on his face, his arm lazily slung around you when he pressed a kiss to your temple. 

You pat his stomach, a smile on your face when you untangle from him, returning to your interview and apologizing for that. 

Jenson’s words stuck in your head; my girl, my girl, my girl. 

There’s no way they aren’t gonna run with that. 

After press, the party continued in the Brawn garage as they took it apart, the place slowly thinning out. Your side had almost been cleared, a few mechanics sticking back to stay goodbye and have a few drinks. You were heading out yourself, on your way to get dressed for the night when you caught Jenson on your way out. 

“Jense,” your hand touched his lower back, the man turning around the moment he felt your hand. “What’s up, love?” He asks, a smile on his face. 

“I’m heading out, gonna go get ready. You’ll come get me before you head out or should I meet you there?” 

“I’ll come find you.” He says, leaning down to press a kiss to your cheek and you’re certain a camera somewhere caught that little exchange. 

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It had been maybe an hour tops before there’s a knock on the door of your hotel room, your teammate on the other side with a bottle of champagne. 

Brits and their liquor tolerance. It never ceased to amaze you. 

“It’s open!” You unlock the door, walking back to the bathroom as you try to zip up your dress in the bathroom. 

“I could be a kidnapper, a murderer, a stalker, and you shout it’s open?” Jenson asked, leaning on the doorframe of the bathroom. 

You rolled your eyes, “shut up and help me.” 

Your back now turned to him, Jenson sets the bottle on the counter when he walks over; blue eyes fixed on your soft skin, the curve of your spine, how he desperately wanted to drag his finger along it as you laid against his chest. The thoughts were pulled away when you stepped back, the motion bringing him back to reality. Jenson reaches for the zipper, pinching the fabric at the top like he had seen his sister and his mother do a million times before, and pulling it up in one tug. 

“Are we pre-gaming again in the car?” You asked, nodding towards the bottle as you made one last check of your outfit and makeup in the mirror. 

Jenson watched you, his heart beating out of his chest. “No, that’s for you. A little something from me.” 

You smiled, picking up the bottle to read the label. “Awh,” you cooed, “you splurged and got the good stuff.” You set the bottle back down, your hand on his chest when you got to him, pressing a kiss to his cheek. 

The red mark was evident on his face, luckily for him it was bright enough to cover the blush surfacing under it.  

“Ready to go?” The man asks, shaking away the thoughts floating around his head as you slipped on your heels. 

“Lead the way, champ.” You nod towards the door and Jenson smiles, gesturing for you to go ahead.

“Ladies first.” 

“Ever the gentleman,” you smiled, walking out with Jenson following behind you. 

It was barely 10 minutes from the hotel to the club, Jenson’s hand resting on the small of your back as you two head inside, the cameras flashing outside come to a halt once you get in.

You aren't sure when you got turned around or when the empty bottles and glasses began to pile up on the tables but you knew your heels were killing your feet and Jenson was somewhere close. His loud laughter meets your ears even with the blaring music playing.

It was you, Jenson, a few friends of his and some of the guys from his side of the garage that were together. You had two shot glasses in hand, filled to the brim and your fingers sticky and wet as they spilt on your way over to the man. 

“Jense!” You shouted and he looked up from his spot in the booth.

His arms open and stretched out as you handed a glass over to him, his free hand pulling you to sit on his lap. Your arm draped over his shoulder, the other hand holding your shot glass. Jenson’s free hand dropped down to your hip, snaking down to your thigh; his large hand squeezing the bare flesh. The black fabric now hitched up a bit too much to be publicly acceptable but how acceptable was sitting on your teammate’s lap? No less a teammate that was 7 years older than you. 

“To the champion,” you leaned into him, whispering the words in his ear. 

His hand squeezes your thigh, a signal that he heard you as you two knocked the glasses together and downed the contents of it. The warmth of his hand leaves your thigh as he reaches for the bottle on the table, shaking it to find it empty. 

“Should we get more?” He asks and you’re already off his lap. “Is that even a question?” 

Your hand in his as you made your way through the crowd to the bar. Jenson’s fingers interlocked with yours, holding you next to him as he stopped to talk to people along the way. 

At some point, you do make it to the bar, asking the girl for another bottle of whatever was on the top shelf. 

Jenson’s arms are over your shoulders and you lean into him, letting him hold you up since you’ve yet to ditch your heels. You can feel the buttons from his shirt poking into your skin and the once wrinkle free shirt now is wrinkled and undone about halfway, his chest on display. 

The first few notes of Promiscuous by Nelly Furtado start playing, the intro just finished when Jenson spins you to face him. You’re certain you’ve got whiplash from how fast he spun you but you look at him, confused, 

“What?” 

“This,” he smiled, “is my fucking song.” 

You can’t help but laugh, “you’re not serious, Jense.”

It was too late, his hand in yours as he dragged you to the dance floor. “As serious as a heart attack, love.”

The two of you join in on shouting the lyrics, Jenson’s facing you and you two sing and jump along to the beat. The two of you going back and forth with the part, you taking Nelly and him taking Timberland. 

You gesture between the two of you, your finger pressed to your chest as you sing. “Pay attention to me, I don’t talk for my health.” 

“I want you on my team.” Jenson’s face is inches from yours, you can feel his hand on your hip as he steps even closer. 

“So does everybody else.” You sang with a smile, turning around. Jenson’s pressed up behind you, an arm wrapped around your middle, his large hand sprawled over your stomach. 

“Shh baby, we can keep it on the low. Let your guard down, ain’t nobody gotta know.” He whispers to you, his hand wandering away from your torso to your thigh, his fingers dragging up your bare skin and pulling the slinky fabric on your dress up. 

You turn to face him, your teammate’s hand now on your ass. “What kind of girl do you take me for?” You two giggled at each other, dancing around until it got to the chorus once again. 

Jenson pulls you to him, “I’m all alone and it’s you that I want.” 

You can see his lips moving, feeling his hand on your hip once again. “That I’m all yours, what you waiting for?” 

You know how it looks, the two of you were a little too close and a little too touchy for teammates. You blamed it on the alcohol and the championship win. 

You two found your way back to the bar by the time the song was done, Jenson’s chin on your shoulder and your hand coming up to rest on his cheek. “One more round of shots then we get out of here?” 

“Deal.” 

You did as promised, the glasses left empty on the counter as you made your way to collect the stuff left in the booth, both of you saying goodnight to your friends and crew. 

Jenson was babbling about something involving him and the tab when you sat to take off your heels. The strap wouldn’t come undone and you were getting annoyed, tugging on it when you felt his hand touch your ankle. Jenson bent down in front of you, un-looping the strap before taking them off your feet. 

From the moment you stepped out the club, the cameras began flashing. Jenson’s arm over your shoulder, shirt unbuttoned half way, your dress hitched up a bit, your arm around his waist. Jenson’s got your heels in his free hand, the two of you clinging to each other like your lives depended on it. 

You can already hear the tabloids in your head, the pictures attached to them. 

Champion and teammate. More than teammates? 

Hidden romance in the paddock; y/n and Jenson bare all after night out. 

Brawn drivers get messy on a wild night out. 

You ignore the feeling digging at you, Jenson slipping into the backseat of the cab and you’re right next to him, his arm draped over your shoulder as you two headed off to another club. 

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You’re not sure when the night turned into morning or when the time disappeared from you or how you even got back to the hotel, but you definitely know this was not your room.  

The overwhelming smell of the cologne filled your senses when you slowly sat up. The distinct smell belongs to one person and one person only; no one other than Jenson. You looked over your shoulder to confirm your suspicions and you were correct but that was also when you noticed your dress tossed on the chair next to the bed, causing you to look down and find yourself in one of his shirts. 

You’re not sure what happened after you went to the other club, you’re not even sure if you and Jenson had hooked up last night after you somehow managed to get back to the hotel in one piece.

Forcing yourself out of the bed, it was a few slow steps towards the window and you pulled the hideous beige curtains apart. Jenson groans when he feels the sunlight, “close it.” He grumbled. 

“Time to get up, Dracula.” You teased, sitting on his side of the bed. 

His face buried in the pillows and his eyes squeezed shut to block the sunlight out. He reaches out from under the comforter to pull you down, forcing you to lay beside him. The arm now tossed over your stomach, fingers wiggling under you - his- shirt. 

“Do you remember anything from last night?” You asked him quietly and he mumbles a no. “I know we got in the cab and I don’t know anything after that.” 

“Yeah, me too.” You huffed, “how’d we get back ?” 

Jenson shrugs, chuckling. “God knows.” 

He can sense the furrowed brow you were rocking at the moment, your bottom lip pulled between your teeth as you bite on it, trying to stop yourself from saying what was on your mind. 

“Spit it out, love.” 

“Did we sleep together ?” You finally ask and there’s a glint of mischief behind his eyes. “Well, we’re in the same bed so yes.” 

“Jenson,” you groaned, the sound of his name coming from you like that spinning the filthiest thoughts. “That’s not what I meant,” you tell him and there's a lazy smile on his face. 

“I know but, I don’t know.” He says, giving you a small smile. “Would that be so bad? I mean, we’re not teammates anymore.” 

Brawn was being rebranded as Mercedes come the 2010 season and they were looking for a new driver line up; rumour had it that it was going to be Nico Rosberg and Michael Schumacher who was returning from his retirement. You and Jenson were off to new chapters of your careers. The champion was off to be teammates with the previous year’s champion, Lewis Hamilton at McLaren, and you were headed off to Ferrari with Fernando. 

Your hand reaches up, fingers interlocking over his. “I suppose.” 

“Good,” he rolls onto his side. “We need a shower.” 

“We?” You asked, amused as the man nudged you off the bed.  Jenson follows behind you, his arms wrapped around you as you two made your way to the bathroom. 

“Yes, we. Save the planet, y/n. Less water wasted if we shower together.” 

“You’re so cheesy.” You tell him, turning in the doorway to look at him. Jenson’s leaning on you, your hand resting on his jaw when you kiss him. 

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2016, Abu Dhabi. 

A lot has changed in the last 7 years.

Jenson had stuck it out with McLaren up until this year when he announced that he would be retiring at the end of the season, leaving behind his teammate, Fernando. You had just switched from Ferrari after 5 years, Sebastian taking over as golden boy of the red team and you joined Mercedes at the beginning of the 2016 season. 

You and Jenson remained close, your interactions in the paddock still being the hot gossip it was, just like all those years ago; the tabloids never stopped and not that either of you cared, you still went on with your partying and your fun. 

The final race of the season and you and Lewis were in a front row lockout. Lewis in P1 and you in P2, you were ahead by 12 points going into the final race and Toto had given you both a warning; there’s a lot on the line and he knows you both want to win but you need to play fair. No pushing, no shoving and most importantly, no DNFs. 

Lights are out and off you go. On lap 12, Jenson had an engine failure and DNFed his final race but he didn’t seem to mind. 

You and your teammate were fighting for the lead for the majority of the race. Lewis managed to hold the lead until lap 45 when you overtook him in turn 6, but you weren't too concerned about winning the race. 

It would be a perk but even if you come in P2, you would win the championship. 

Lewis managed to squeeze past you, regaining the lead and you knew there was a good bit of space between you and Daniel’s RedBull that was behind you. It was the final lap and you weren’t letting up; making sure to hold your place in P2. 

The last lap was sort of a blur, you knew that Lewis was ahead of you and someone was behind you, so you were most definitely in second place. You aren't sure when you cross the line, but you heard your engineer screaming over the radio, telling you that you had just won the championship. 

This was your 3rd championship in a row; your last two being won at your time with Ferrari. 

You’re still in a state of shock, how often does someone win a championship during their first year with a team? Especially after coming off two previous wins. It was an incredible feeling. 

The team smothered you in love, hugs and congratulations when you got out of the car. You can see Jenson off to the corner, smiling at you when you make your way to get weighed. You didn’t get a chance to stop and talk to him, they were rushing you through so they could get you, Lewis and Daniel onto the podium. 

You could pinpoint Jenson in the crowd, the biggest smile on his face as he had over the last 2 years, watching as you received your trophy and was crowned champion for the 3rd year in a row. 

There's a big smile on your face, Toto turning away as you and Lewis sprayed him with champagne. You were by the railing, spraying the rest of the bottle on the crowd below but you were only looking at one person. He smiles at you, his hand on his chest as he taps it 3 times. You mirror his action, tapping your chest 3 times before tipping the bottle in his direction and taking a big sip of the fizzy liquid. 

The 3 little taps, your own quiet way of saying I love you. 

You’re back in the Merc garage, hidden away in your driver’s room to get ready for the team photo when somebody knocked on your door. 

“It’s open!” You shouted, your back turned to the door as you dug for the shirt you were supposed to wear. 

“I could be a kidnapper, a murderer, a stalker, and you shout it’s open?” Jenson asked, reminding you of all those years ago when he won his championship. 

You turn to see the man, his black shirt had the words 2016 world champions! on it and a photo of you standing on your car from a few races back. “Where’d you get that?” You laughed, finally finding your own shirt in the cupboard. 

“I know people.” He smiles, sitting on the bench in your room. He reached into his pocket before pulling you to sit on his lap. Your arm slung over his shoulder as you looked at your former teammate. 

Jenson reached for your left hand, slipping the gold band he pulled from his pocket back onto your finger. He lifts your hand to him, pressing a kiss to it. 

“Proud of you, Mrs. Button.” 

The secret was beyond well kept. 

You and Jenson had begun dating during the 2010 season, after your move to Ferrari and his to McLaren. He proposed to you at the end of the 2014 season after your first championship win and you said yes. You two got married over the summer break of 2015, it was mostly family, friends and a few drivers; Seb, Lewis, Mark, Nico and Daniel. 

It was a good few years; 3 championships and a marriage. 

“I love you, Jenson.” You smiled, a hand on his face when you kissed him and he could feel the coldness of your wedding band on his cheek. Jenson’s hand slips under the hem of your shirt, his wedding band leaving a little cold spot behind as he rubbed your back softly. “I love you, y/n.”

“Ready to go, champ?” He asks, nudging you to get up. 

You grab his hand, fingers interlocking with his. “Ready now.” You smiled. 

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